[classic swim]

I regret yelling at Jman about it but there’s really no need for it to even have any media attention again. .38 Special can support Harris. Damon Wayans can support Harris. A mall Santa in Oregon can support Harris. Fucking anyone else at all.

ghostrek why’d you say nothing when Sammy The Bull murdered 17 people and got away with it?

Nobody needs an Always Sunny + Abbot Elementary crossover. I didn’t need to see a spot for Jigsaw in Fortnite while pumping my gas. Everything’s so fucking sanitized and commercial now 100x over and I can’t stand it.

“Bud light”

I seriously went on to share one thing and one thing only and they have this fucking dipshit rule. If your website is even more dead than here then what possible fear could you have over bots?

EPILOGUE Catalina calls! Claude’s givin’ it to her back!!! Funny how that works. Your end (and her end!) is someone else’s beginning. - - - - - - - - - - - - 20 YEARS LATER: The original Grove Street Families have long since disbanded. This all couldn’t stay green forever. The Families that DID stay to maintain the legacy... they lost sight of everything again, and again, and again. Hell, this was visible even during the prime. It got to the point where Smoke, nor C.R.A.S.H. could be fully blamed. The crack epidemic simply won. It was the undefeatable enemy of San Andreas. CJ eventually moved on, and his friendships only continued to grow stronger as a result. Varrios Los Aztecas became an international organization across San Andreas. Cesar notably felt at home in San Fierro, but even that didn’t matter too much in the long run. Just where ever Carl and Kendl would be alongside him, he’d be cool. It was ultimately Sweet’s own choice as to whether he’d let Grove Street go, or watch it crumble before his very eyes one final time. A glimmer of hope: Sweet went to Madd Dogg’s mansion without imploding. Four Dragons continues as the biggest commercial success in Las Venturas. A rival branch of Triads began operating in Los Santos. An inconspicuous Families member murdered the Los Santos Triads leader. Who knows what kind of conversation that’d unfold with Woozie over a game of dice! You could say Grove Street played both a positive, and antagonistic role in this story all at the same time. Grove Street as the cul de sac was its own main character. This story. This experience, in all its highs and lows... will always be there for you to cherish and to remember fondly. Nothing lasts forever. But memories are always what you make of it. This is your story. This is your map. This is your game that will only continue to be alive. You’re the King of Los Santos. But at what cost? At what cost?

END OF THE LINE “Look, I know you down for this. But I gotta go in there alone.” “What?” ”Smoke played me. Tenpenny played me.” “They played us all.” ”Yeah, but you right. I was a buster when my family needed me the most. Hey, I let Brian die, man. This one for him! For moms... and for you, bro.” ”Grove Street, baby.” ”Yeah. For the Grove, baby.” You used militant force to make your way in Big Smoke’s Crack Palace. Your past enemies just waiting for you there. Ballas, Vagos... Russian Mob... Even San Fierro Rifa was hired for protection. You sprayed bullets all the way to the top. You made it to Smoke. Chump ass motherfucker all drugged up playing video games. “Man, fuck Tenpenny, and fuck his Polish lapdog, and FUCK the police, man. All that’s old shit. Look at you, you got the whole world. I ain’t got no regrets, man.” There was no room for remorse in this game. You two fought until you won. “Why you just didn’t quit, man? We was like family, homie!” Even after everything, in your heart... this was a brother you were forced to let go. “When I’m gone, everyone gonna remember my name. BIG SMOKE!” That was it. He was just... gone. But there was no real time to grieve. “Half the city’s looking for cops to kill, Carl. And I ain’t about to get dragged out of a patrol car and get beat to death by some angry mob.” Tenpenny had new C.R.A.S.H. recruits outside. No hint of shame with wanting to repeat the exact same mistakes. He was there to ice Smoke himself just for the damn drug money. He thought he could finish you off... “CARL, YOU MOTHERFUCKIN’ PIECE OF SHIT GANGBANGIN’ COCKSUCKER!” “Tenpenny, you motherfuckin’ piece of shit!” You couldn’t lose Sweet again. You had to chase after that firetruck all across each hood. Once you got your brother back and behind the wheel, all bets were off. It was time to waste this fucking pig. Ballas and Vagos throwing Molotov cocktails on the streets where you ride. But it wasn’t complete despair. GSF were protecting from the sidelines! “Down in flames. DOWN IN FLAMES!” “Assholes. You never understood what I did! Fifty of me, and this town would be okay. I took the trash out, I DID! And I’d do it all again...” There was no need to put a bullet in him. Succumbed to a tragic traffic incident. “See you around... officer.” Tenpenny laid there dead. His heart gave out precisely where the heart of Grove Street was thriving. The hood he thought he could take down surpassed him. You celebrate at home while the homeless mutilate Tenpenny’s corpse. While tensions were still up, Madd Dogg stopped by just to say you just got your first GOLD RECORD! You were all going on tour! But, hey! The night was still young! After everything... What you desired in that moment... “I’m finna hit the block! See what’s happening!”

LOS DESPERADOS Cesar’s helped you all throughout your journey. Now was the time you finally helped him out. With the city already in complete mayhem, this was the chance for Aztecas to take back their turf from the Vagos. In the midst of all this carnage, Cesar did have some good news... He’s wanting to marry Kendl! Before, you would’ve twisted his arm off over this shit. Now, he’s got your full blessing. ... Grove Street Families and Varrios Los Aztecas. Banding together to take down the Vagos. Cesar’s neighborhood was at long last restored! Sweet calls. He’s got some good info on what’s next to follow. Where it’s standing currently, you fucking rule LS. Smoke, Ballas and Vagos are all hiding out down in East Flores. You knew this was gonna be big. You had to prepare yourself for the absolute worst. Why, you might just stop by Toreno’s for some heavy artillery! But, when you were ready... - - - - - - - - - - - - END OF THE LINE “Aye, SWEET! It’s time for Smoke.” “Johnson brothers are gonna take that fat fool down.”

THE ‘92 RIOTS You, your family and friends. All gathered at Madd Dogg’s to check the verdict on Tenpenny’s trial. You sat there, knowing you’ve wiped out every last bit of evidence that would incriminate Tenpenny. The remains of Pulaski and Hernandez on that note were never found... And with that: Frank Tenpenny was found not guilty. The people of Los Santos immediately took rioting to the streets. Dudes fighting. Cars on fire... Streets burning from a distance everywhere you looked. Shit was real fucked up. Wasn’t much you could do at this point.

You got Grove Street back where it needed to be. You and Sweet still weren’t seeing eye to eye on what you’ve done, or what’s important... But, you’d still be doing all the heavy lifting. The two of you (mainly, you) spent the next few days going heavy on Smoke’s known corners. You’ve had much more experience compared to the first time around. Ballas and Vagos getting cleared left and right! Dumpin’ on ANY muthaphucka with a Tec-9!

It wasn’t until you caught Sweet nearly lighting up a pipe that you both had a major breakthrough. You COULD NOT let Smoke win after this. “The day is comin’ when the Johnson family will be at the top. And it’s coming real soon.” You took back Glen Park for the GSF yet again, and finally taught that bitch ass B Dup a lesson. In the process, your homie Big Bear was finally free from the torment of the rock. Big Bear offered his help back on Grove Street just like you wanted way back when... You and your brother made the heartfelt decision to check your childhood friend into rehab. To get the Big Bear back!

After a few minutes of blowing up enemy boats with a stolen hydra, you’ve decided you had enough with the favors. But then... the phone. Toreno, being a man of his word... got Sweet released from prison on good behavior. Your last job for Toreno? Picking up your brother. You couldn’t have been happier. Like everything you’ve done really paid off in ways you’d never imagine in a million years. Fierro! Venturas! Vinewood Hills! You were ready and willing to share every last bit of the good life with your brother. And you know what? Sweet resented that shit immediately. Your brother doesn’t have the same things you have. But your brother’s also lost the same things you’ve lost. The hood is your brother’s only achievement. The hood was his one beacon of pride. The only thing that could ever truly make sense to him. For reasons beyond your control... It was time to go home. You knew for yourself nothing was here. But this was what Sweet insisted on. You knew you didn’t have to do this. But maybe this was good. Doesn’t hurt to not forget where you came from. Either way, you took the Grove back from the Ballas.

You’ve hired Kent, Maccer, and even Rosenberg to assist you with your new talent. Out of the blue, your favorite federal agent swooped in for a favor. What did Mike Toreno have planned for you this time? Oh... right.

The Final Chapter: As the Four Dragons Casino became the hottest spot in Venturas; Madd Dogg’s fully recovered, and was ready to make a killing with you back in Los Santos. Just one problem... Vagos yay dealer Big Poppa has taken over Madd Dogg’s crib. Ain’t nothin’ but a thing and a chicken wing. You had that fool runnin’! Now was time to drop some real Dogg shit on yo whack ass! To make things better, you and Madd Dogg even went to confront suck ass perpetrator Loc! Was back to Burger Shot for awhile with Mr. OG. - - - - - - - - - Strategy Tip • Never ever ever ever EVER save at Dogg’s mansion unless you want your save file to suddenly never have basketball available again.

BREAKING THE BANK AT CALIGULA’S You were finally pulling off the heist! What a steal! What a getaway! Ya did it, Carl! Salvatore calls! “You two-bit backstabbing piece of eggplant shit! I am gonna fuck you up, and your children, and your grandchildren.” Lucky for you, Mr. Leone cut his losses and went back to LC. {The Triads back at home took most of the vengeful beating, opposed to the San Fierro Triads actually responsible for helping orchestrate this con.} Besides that, Sal wasn’t gonna have much luck whacking you with that unspoken government protection you have. With this heist... you caused a domino effect of mob boss paranoia that would vastly shape the criminal world of Liberty City well into the 2000s. But that wasn’t your problem. - - - - - - - - End of Chapter Three

SAINT MARK’S BISTRO Sal was feeling good! Feeling confident! Salvatore had a big job for you that required you to fly some place special. You were fixing to take care of his beef with the Forelli Family for a good while. Before your trip, you made sure Rosenberg, Kent & Maccer would lay low away from Venturas for the next set of days. You didn’t want the wrong guys to be considered accomplices for what you were about to do after the job. Plus, you had something in mind for them later. - - - - - - - - - - - - You just couldn’t believe it. Your life had changed so drastically just from you not running back to the east coast. And here you were, visiting Liberty City for one classic mob hit. Felt nice! You were wondering where Catalina might be. Surely it wouldn’t take her 9 years just to make it here. Salvatore Leone sends his regards. Arrivederci, Marco Forelli. The hit on Marco’s Bistro was a success. Time to head back to Venturas.

Well, that adds more context to his bit of resentment with Bebop besides already saying everything there is to be said on it long ago. Still, all it takes is that one big name on his portfolio to see that he had western appeal perfectly in mind before. Lupin III further down historically was the same way. It’d be sad if that was a concern for him so far into his career. Especially when he’s already upset with the thought of typecasting.

HIGH NOON Las Brujas. Some deserted ghost town. You had the dossier. Tenpenny was ready to be rid of his favorite dog. You were ordered to dig your own grave. Saving room for unconscious Officer Hernandez as well. Hernandez was the one who fired the bullet on Pendlebury. It was either that, or his own life. But for an uncertain amount of time, Hernandez went to Internal Affairs. He couldn’t let this all go on. “I’ll see YOU... in the next life... Carl.” Here you were, staring at death in the face. The one left to finish the job was Pulaski. Eddie was Tenpenny’s leech from day one. With regained consciousness, Hernandez went out saving your life. Eddie made a run for it. Things didn’t go well for Eddie after that. “Can I fuck your sister?” ”You a asshole to the end. Punk motherfucker!” After all that shit-talk with each and every visit; you’ve silenced Officer Pulaski for good. What now? Get drunk and get laid. - - - - - - - - - - NOT LONG AFTER... Tenpenny was arrested for racketeering, corruption, possession/use of narcotics, and multiple counts of sexual assault.

I’ve only watched Bebop and Champloo. I don’t remember the exact reason why Watanabe was disappointed in Dandy specifically but yeah. I don’t know, I usually don’t watch newer shit for part of that reason. Either too flashy or too wonky for my eyes.

It was official. You signed off on the papers for Four Dragons! You and Woozie were in this for life. - - - - - - - - - - - - You finally meet Salvatore down at Caligula’s. You use his son Joey as a good reference point. Mr. Leone’s in some trouble and needs your assistance. The Forellis (and what’s left over of the Sindaccos) want Salvatore dead. The Forelli Family in particular was wanting Leone out the picture so they could take his share of the Casino. Forelli mobsters were arriving by plane to rub out Sal. You dropped in. The crew didn’t make the landing.

Apparently from the panel Watanabe said he was sick of Bebop and this is nothing like Bebop and the fans agreed. Character’s running and jumping around exactly like Spike, so I still kinda see it. You can tell it’s not gonna have the budget or production value of an anime from 1998, so that’s where the comparison if any stops. Not like I’m begging for it to be a sequel series in order to be good. But I also don’t think being vaguely reminded of the more popular show is that bad.

Truth calls. Says he lost a couple friends in the desert during the last peyote high and he doesn’t know where they are. You drive across Arco del Oeste to find them. Kent Paul & Maccer of the Gurning Chimps. “Oh stand up, you soppy cunt. We go through this every weekend.” Well, that’s just great. A couple of cockneys. You help the two identify last night’s untreated urges... Then you drive back to Venturas to their pal Ken’s casino... Caligula’s! This was part of your ticket in for the heist! Ken Rosenberg Before being disbarred from the law due to coke habit and other conniving tendencies; Ken was Vercetti’s trusted lawyer back in Vice City. And before that, Rosenberg was just a guy representing the Forelli Crime Family from the outside. Ken and Kent. Well, that’s one VC reunion! Leone decided to let Rosenberg run Caligula’s as a neutral party. Leones, Sindaccos, Forellis. They all had some financial footing in this casino. The plan was if any of these mob families fought, one would whack Ken and then blame the other for it. - - - - - - - - - - - - You alleviate some of Ken’s stress by helping him with the Sindaccos. Johnny Sindacco was barely recovering from the little joyride you had with him earlier. Johnny sees you. Dies of an instant heart attack. The Sindaccos were unhappy about this. You took ‘em all out. “Oh, this is so exciting, Tommy. This is just like old times!” ”Who the fuck is Tommy?” Mr. Vercetti is unavailable for comment.